Saturday, March 10, 2007


We're all scrambling around the house this morning, trying to get it together and get on the road to go spend the day with my parents.

I'm the last one to get a shower - and we're currently working with one functional upstairs bathroom, the girls' bathroom, which we recently renovated.

I grab a towel and open the door and find Ava standing by the sink, painstakingly "painting her nails" with a fake nail polish set that includes water and a little brush.

"Ava," I say, "I have to get into the shower so we can go."

"It's OK, Dad," she responds. "I'm going to stay here and finish my work, but I promise I won't look at your body."


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